So I shall share with you a true story that happened to me today. After finishing a big project, I decided to take myself out for an ice cream cone. While perusing the complex menu, a gentleman approached me and asked me if he could ask me something very random.

I immediately thought the night would end in one of the following:

a. This man is going to rob me.

b. This man is going to club me over the head, hog tie me, put me in the trunk of his Camry and bring me to his “church.”

c. The gaggle of 8-year-old super spreaders invading my personal space is just part of his plan to distract me while he robs me.

d. This man is going to take one look at my behind and ask me if ice cream is the wisest choice.

Instead, he explained that it was his best friend’s birthday, and that she had passed away five years ago from cancer. Each year on this day he tries to do something kind for someone in order to honor Amanda’s memory. He asked if he could purchase my ice cream. It came with one caveat – that he could take a selfie to show Amanda’s mom, because she also tries to keep her daughter’s memory alive by showing kindness. I shared that I was a survivor of the Big C, and that my birthday is also in July. I went with a modest ice cream cone, instead of the Colossal Gutbuster that I had my heart set on, because I am not a cafone. I promised him I would say a little prayer for his friend, which I did, including one that my picture doesn’t end up anywhere like an advertisement for adult diapers or an obesity clinic or just hanging in this guy’s basement.

Do something kind today. We could all use that.